Soul Trigger

Chapter 572 Father and Daughter

Roy swallowed hard.

Is this terrifying spiritual pressure from a top-tier Netherworld Master...?

On the way to report, I made a temporary stop in this urban area just to wait for this man?
He looks very young, but what is his relationship with the captain?
Countless thoughts flashed through Roy's mind, and a smile appeared on his face, as if he still wanted to persevere a little longer:
"Captain, I..."

But the next moment, the extremely oppressive spiritual pressure completely enveloped him, causing his soul trigger to tighten abruptly—

That's a sign that the other person is impatient.

Roy's face turned pale, and he quickly retreated.
"Then you two talk first, I'll wait here..."

This sense of oppression is not only from a top-tier Netherworld Illuminator, but also from an absolutely renowned Netherworld Illuminator powerhouse!
This terrifyingly strong individual is on a completely different level from them, so he shouldn't be the captain's childhood friend or a genius who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

So, is it an elder?

Roy breathed a sigh of relief, but then began to ponder the identity of that elder.

Such illumination is extremely rare in Shendu.

This is a corner of Mirage City, a crowded urban area with few residents. Yan Xiyu never expected that there would be such a desolate and quiet place in Mirage City.

All that could be heard was his own increasingly heavy breathing and the sound of withered leaves scraping against the ground. A long silence fell between his back and Yan Xiyu.

When Yan Xiyu first heard the news about him, she had mixed feelings.

She had also fantasized about how she would react when faced with her biological father, whose face she had forgotten.

Should you rush up and call him "Dad," or throw yourself into his arms and cry your heart out, acknowledging him as family on the spot?

No, she felt that it must be a stranger. Even if she knew who the other person was, that was enough.

It didn't matter whether the other person was an awakened being or an ordinary person; she had no doubts about her own fate.

It was Han Xiaofu who taught her unwavering strength, and it was Ji Li who pulled her out of despair.

If it weren't for her experience of being abducted, she would never have met a foster father like Han Xiaofu, nor would she have met Ji Li.

So she thought she should probably thank the other person.

But she never expected that she would receive a call from inside the Dragon Vein Covenant Bureau.

Thinking back to the branch chief's respectful and trembling attitude towards her, Yan Xiyu's former fantasies were uprooted, like an unstoppable bulldozer crushing the forest in her heart, completely overturning them.

He is not only an Awakener, but also a strong and outstanding one among Awakeners, a being that cannot even be described as extremely rare.

A sudden clap of thunder echoed in the clear sky; it was the spiritual energy field triggered by Yan Xiyu's turbulent emotions.

The strong wind whipped her high ponytail behind her and also ruffled the gray-clad man's long hair—

Yan Jiuxiao, a name unknown to anyone, yet a figure whose aloofness and power stand at the pinnacle of a powerful nation:

King of the Lonely Tomb.

One of the Nine Great Tomb Kings, a perfectly perfect Netherworld Immortal, an absolute super strongman, the number one person under the paradox...

After learning more, she realized that this was completely different from the stranger father she had imagined.

A lone figure who abandons everything in pursuit of power.

If that's the case, then what about her time in Silla?
Han Hyo-bo raised her, but she also had to endure the growing pains of being a foreigner growing up in another country.

The conflicts between foster families, the conflicts on campus, the prejudice against foreigners by the Silla people, and the dark cabins and dim lights on that human trafficking ferry.

She could imagine her companions, who had been crammed together on the deck below, fantasizing about the heroes in tales who would descend from the sky to save them from their predicament.

Now it's all right. Her biological father is that hero, or rather, he should have been that hero. But why did she end up in Silla?

Although it is just labor pains, the pains of childhood can change a person's life.

Before coming, she had mentally prepared herself to question, curse, and ignore him, just like the fantasies she had about her useless father. She had also rehearsed the scene of meeting the Lonely King several times.

These fantasies made her want to ask Ji Li for company, but in the end she decided to face it on her own.

But when you actually stand in front of the other person, all those rehearsals are completely shattered.

Beneath the strong exterior, whether it was resentment or doubt, those complex emotions ultimately transformed into one thing:
Wronged.

If he were just an ordinary person without power, unable to fight against random and accidental crimes like human trafficking, she wouldn't say much about it.

But he wasn't. So, was her being stranded in a foreign land a case of "getting lost" and "being trafficked," or was it a case of abandonment?
To her, Mirage City was just another foreign land, and her powerful biological father was just a stranger who had long been forgotten in her memory. She even doubted that he had ever appeared in her memory at all.

This bastard never even looked at her properly. Was chasing after the power of "aloofness" his reason for abandoning himself?

So why are you contacting me now?
Countless questions, numerous doubts.

At this moment, the cool girl regretted it a little; she regretted not bringing Ji Li along.

Although Ji Li is also a straightforward person, at least he has a reliable hand to hold, instead of the one he's holding in his own palm now, trembling and unable to utter a single word.

While the cool girl was lost in her own thoughts, what she overlooked was the equally trembling hand of the Lonely King.

He stood there, maintaining the unwavering, solitary spiritual desire, his back to his own flesh and blood, his heart filled with bewilderment.

What should he say, what should he do, or should he just stand there?

He is the most powerful Ling King, and apart from those immortal beings, he is the most powerful being in Shendu. Even Teng Jun would show him respect.

But now he finds himself terrified when facing his own daughter.

What is he afraid of? Is he afraid of an Echoing Immortal?

The rules of strength and weakness were deeply imprinted in his mind, and the lofty desires made him forget what kind of emotions and attitude he should have towards his family.

He rarely seeks to be the center of attention, but whenever he appears, he inevitably becomes the center of attention. Therefore, he is aloof and does as he pleases, without needing to think about what social interaction is.

Wherever he went, the awakened ones looked at him with fear and reverence, and the brave ones would even take the initiative to talk to him.

If that's the case, why was his daughter unwilling to step forward? Was it because she wasn't brave enough?

If that's the case, how can I get his daughter to take the initiative to get close to me...?

After thinking for a while, the Lonely Prince recalled the brief confrontation between Ji Li and the other person that night, and a sudden inspiration struck him—

In an instant, the strange phenomenon in the sky caused by Yan Xiyu's "grievance" vanished, and a black blade that spanned the street slashed down at Yan Xiyu.

The latter seemed to awaken from a dream, and the crimson beam of electricity, crackling with arcs, collided violently with the black blade.

After a deafening explosion, Yan Xiyu appeared ten meters away, his leather boots leaving two deep, elongated grooves. He was panting heavily, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The corner of Gu Ling Wang's mouth curled up as he recalled his conversation with Ji Li, repeating the first words he had said to Ji Li:

"good."

Considering this was his own daughter, he felt he should praise her, so he added:
"As expected of my daughter, the Lonely King."

Then he waited for a reply, and after several seconds he wondered why there was no sound behind him, until he heard the sound of leather boots on the ground—

Yan Xiyu clenched his fists tightly, his eyes trembling wildly.

That barely reconstructed strength was completely shattered by the Lonely Tomb King's sword:

[Excellent, worthy of being the daughter of my Lonely Tomb King]

These words pierced Yan Xiyu's heart like a sharp arrow, almost making her burst into tears.

She could only silently remind herself that she wasn't Jin Misha, and that she absolutely couldn't cry and break down in front of this bastard—

Ji Li, go find Ji Li.

She turned to leave, but the figure of the Lonely King instantly appeared in front of her:

"Where are you going?"

The cool girl, reacting to the pressure, immediately spoke in a cold voice:

"roll……"

King Guling was astonished and greatly puzzled: Why does my dear daughter seem angry? Could it be because I was afraid of hurting her and didn't exert enough effort, making her feel that I, her father, look down on her strength?
"Calm down, you're quite capable..."

Yan Xiyu's eyes trembled.

The father-daughter reunion in her imagination was devoid of warmth and tears; instead, there was only a cold, terrifying spiritual force that she could barely withstand even with her full strength, and the words, "Your strength is quite impressive?"

The surroundings were a mess, and she was covered in dust and dirt. Was this how father and daughter reunited?

Yan Xiyu felt her heart was about to break down, but precisely because of this, she absolutely could not lose control in front of this heartless bastard, and immediately said sternly:
"I admit I shouldn't have had any illusions about you. Please let me leave."

harboring illusions?

King Guling was puzzled. Did she really think that I had underestimated her strength?
So he clenched his fist, and a black sword grew out:

“I didn’t expect you to misunderstand… My daughter, this time, I will give it my all, just watch…”

"Can you get out of here?!"

Yan Xiyu completely broke down and, without thinking, punched the Lonely King on the head.

At this distance, sensing Yan Xiyu's completely unguarded spiritual energy, Gu Lingwang, though increasingly puzzled, immediately withdrew his own spiritual energy for fear of harming the other party.

He took a solid punch to the back of his head.
"What's wrong……"

"More than a decade has passed! The first thing you did when you saw me was to stab me with a sword?!"

Yan Xiyu kicked Gu Lingwang hard, and while the latter was in a sorry state, he suddenly realized what was happening:

Was it really my fault for using a sword?

"So you're better at physical combat..."

Yan Xiyu went completely berserk, unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks at the Lonely Tomb King:
"You bastard, power, power, is power all you think about? What did I come here to see you for? To get me beaten up?"

"Since that's the case, then I'll just kill you first! The infamous King Guling loves power so much, then use your power to kill me!"

Anyway, I've known you existed for so many years, and you know I exist, so just pretend I was never born. Use your arrogant power to wipe me out!!!

The Prince of Guling was completely bewildered.

The strongest Ling Wang dodged Yan Xiyu's chaotic and disorderly attacks, appearing extremely disheveled.

He keenly sensed that his approach was wrong; he shouldn't have treated Yan Xiyu the way he had treated Ji Li.

But Ji Li is his adopted son, and Yan Xiyu is his daughter. What is the difference between their kinship, and how should they be distinguished?

He couldn't understand it, but he knew his actions were completely wrong, so he quickly raised his hand and said:

"I'm sorry, I was wrong!!!"

Yan Xiyu, who was on the verge of an emotional breakdown, didn't listen to what he was saying at all, and simply threw a powerful punch.

The Lonely Prince's raised hand narrowly avoided Yan Xiyu's fist, causing it to land with pinpoint accuracy on his face—

Pfft!

A spurt of blood flew out from his nose, and Yan Xiyu was stunned, as was the Lonely King.

The blood left her momentarily bewildered, as did the Lonely King.

However, he reacted quickly, swiftly covering his mouth and nose, and turning his almost unseen face away, before speaking rapidly:

"If a beating makes you feel better, then continue."

Yan Xiyu snapped out of her daze, her eyes trembling slightly, and fell silent.

A few seconds later, she lowered her fist, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

She's not stupid. The fact that such a powerful being apologized and said things like "you can hit me all you want" is enough to prove everything.

She just couldn't understand it. If he really treated her like a daughter, why did he strike her with a sword the moment they met? Was this how he greeted his offspring?

Just as Yan Xiyu was in a state of utter confusion, struggling with whether she should try to understand this so-called biological father, the other party said:
"Not going to continue? I'm very strong, you can hit me however you want..."

Yan Xiyu's fist hardened instantly. He punched Gu Lingwang's head and bent his knee with a kick, then turned and left.

The Lonely Tomb King finally discovered:

As a father, you shouldn't flaunt your abilities, especially boast about your strength.

"...Don't go yet."

He quickly sat up, his long hair obscuring his face, and said in as fast as he could:

"I don't know how to be a good father. Being a good father is also a kind of strength... I mean ability! But I may not have it yet!"

"I know today's meeting was unpleasant. I will reflect on it and learn from it. I want to talk to you properly at another time. I want to get to know you better."

Yan Xiyu's clenched fist trembled slightly, then gradually loosened, and he stopped walking.

She really wanted to beat him up again.

After a long silence, Yan Xiyu resolutely left the messy and desolate street.

The Lonely King stood there, silent for a long time. Dark spiritual energy gradually spread from his body, reflecting his somewhat depressed mood, until a female voice came from the direction Yan Xiyu had left:
"time?"

The Lonely Prince immediately looked up:
"Tomorrow at 3 PM, Building 4 on this street."

After a few breaths of silence, Yan Xiyu's voice came from across the wall:

"it is good."

King Guling breathed a sigh of relief.

The spiritual energy absorbed the dust off him, and he stood still again. After a few light breaths, his disheveled appearance was once again shrouded in absolute aloofness.

Although progress wasn't very smooth, the result was still good.

He nodded in satisfaction, then suddenly remembered something, and his aura shattered instantly:

"By the way, I have adopted a son. If you come tomorrow, you can meet each other."

Yan Xiyu's voice didn't come again; she must have left. I don't know if she heard it or not.

King Guling stood on the empty street for a long time before leaving.

A few seconds later, Yan Xiyu emerged from the shadows of the building, glanced at the desolate, ravaged street, and remained expressionless.

Looking up at the bright sunlight, Cool Girl felt a little melancholy.

Unexpectedly, the high and mighty King Guling was beaten up like this.

If I told Ji Li, he might be very envious of me.
Seemingly anticipating Ji Li's reaction upon learning of this, Yan Xiyu couldn't help but laugh out loud, which made Luo Yi, who was peeking out from not far away, look puzzled.

Let's keep this as a surprise for him and have him come with me tomorrow.

But this bastard father has a blended family? He didn't mention my mother, which means my mother is long gone.

For a moment, Yan Xiyu was at a loss for words.

"team leader……?"

Roy's weak voice came from the side.

He didn't have the chance to witness the scene of the Lonely King being beaten, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to leave here alive.

But he was absolutely certain of one fact:
Yan Xiyu's father, whom she had never met, was actually the famous Prince Guling.

He concealed the burning gaze in his eyes and gave Yan Xiyu a warm smile:

"Captain, the car wasn't damaged. Shall we go report for duty?"

"You go ahead by yourself, I need to rest for a bit."

Since her father is the Prince of Guling, she can be a little more willful about reporting for duty, right?

(End of this chapter)